He cant find anything wrong with his appearance. Not that he would describe himself as wildly attractive, not like that, but how do they say that? He is alright. He can`t find any major deficiencies in his reflection. Well, maybe his eyes. Which are on the dull side. It is an imperfection he has long ago resigned to. A man can`t do anything about dull eyes.
Yes, a pair of glasses, but his eyes may be dull, they still do their work outstandingly. Wearing glasses while it is not necessary, as a fashion accessory, that is not in his nature. Zara is well groomed, but not cocky.
Furthermore, he thinks what he sees is outstanding. His hair is full and slightly gray, it curls a bit down his neck, which gives him something collegiate, he thinks. His neck is smooth, without folds you see at some other men of his age, wrinkles that look like the folds of a old fashioned curtain that glide from their chin across to their neck.
No, his neck will not be an issue tonight. Neither will his straight nose, nor his teeth (white enough) nor his healthy hue, which he maintains thoroughly by booking a double session at Kassidy`s Sun Saloon every fortnight.
He might be a bit cocky, but at least it is in moderation.
When he returns from the toilet, the waiter is lurking around his table, like a cat around his food bowl.
"Mr. Venda?"
"Yes?"
"Madam will be slightly late. I had to transfer her humble apology to you. "
"Her humble apology."
"Her words, sir."
So she phoned the restaurant to tell them she is delayed. That is a possibility, that's even very neat of her. The question why she did not call him, makes a reconnaissance flight through his thoughts. They have each other's number,after all, he even learned how to whatsapp especially for her.
She must be shy, he thinks. It is the first time for her.
He thanks the waiter and orders another beer. The boy disappears.
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